In recent days, everyone in Satan has thoroughly familiarized themselves with the terrain near Sword Beach, the nearby Ouistreham, the roads, the farmlands—they’ve walked the area countless times, even traversing the alleys in Ouistreham back and forth numerous times.

Reconnaissance must be completed before martial law begins, or it will be too late.

Gao Yang and Tarta strolled leisurely on the beach, silent, only occasionally exchanging glances, and for more complex matters, they communicated in sign language when out of sight.

Gao Yang’s phone suddenly rang, and after he answered it, he no longer used sign language but looked at Tarta and whispered, "Germany is sorted!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The last obstacle was resolved, yet Tarta’s face remained serious as he nodded.

Gao Yang glanced at the completed fortress and whispered, "We need to find a way to get in."

Tarta whispered, "Let’s go try now."

Gao Yang shook his head and whispered, "No, Yarebin said he would handle it. We should wait here."

They stopped wandering around, found a long bench, and sat down. About half an hour later, Yarebin, leaning on a cane, wobbled over, and behind him was Vasily, acting as if he were ready to protect him at any moment.

Upon seeing Gao Yang and the others, the hunched Yarebin slowly sat beside Gao Yang and whispered, "Did you bring the items?"

Gao Yang whispered, "Yes, six rounds."

"Give them to me."

Gao Yang pulled out six bullets meticulously wrapped in plastic bags, Yarebin discreetly grabbed them and pocketed them, whispering, "Martial law could begin at any moment. I’ll hide the items for you. Someone must monitor this place twenty-four hours a day. If these bullets are discovered, the operation must be canceled; prepare yourself mentally."

Gao Yang whispered, "I understand."

Yarebin rested his hands on the cane and whispered, "Prepare to head to Germany; your departure will be from there. There’s no need to worry about the matters here."

Gao Yang whispered, "I’ll be in Germany tonight, and tomorrow I’ll come back with the others."

Yarebin nodded. Then he pulled an olive-green beret worn by the British Army during WWII from his pocket, put it on his head, and said, "I’m going."

The beret Yarebin wore was adorned with extra badges, including the insignia of the Royal Norfolk Regiment of the British 3rd Infantry Division, an honor badge representing participation in the Normandy landings, a badge for valiant combat, and another badge Gao Yang couldn’t recognize.

With Yarebin’s age, his demeanor, and most importantly, the military cap, he looked like a World War II veteran.

Wearing the beret and dressed in a suit, Yarebin slowly walked toward the beach, casually stopping and looking at things, occasionally exchanging words with Vasily.

Finally, Yarebin approached the fortress; the workers noticed them but didn’t stop them from approaching the supposed off-limits fortress after seeing Yarebin’s hat.

Several workers wearing hard hats and shirts with badges approached Yarebin, one reaching out his hand from afar and quickly walking towards Yarebin, greeting him with respect in English, "Hello, you must be a veteran who visited here. Allow me to pay my respects."

Yarebin, shaking slightly, extended his hand. After shaking hands with the worker, he loudly stated in a perfect London accent, "Seventy years have passed. I’ve visited here a few times, but I think this might be the last."

"No, no, esteemed sir, your health is great; I believe you’ll have opportunities to visit again. My name is Sherman, Sherman Foss, I’m also British, here to assist with preparations to commemorate the great battle you participated in. Please feel free to let me know if there’s anything I can help with; it would be an honor."

Vasily extended his hand, gratefully shook hands with Sherman, and loudly said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Foss. My father never forgets this beach; you surely know some of his comrades fell here."

Yarebin shakily pointed to the fortress, saying, "Back then, there were no fortifications here, nor were they arranged this way; they mainly used artillery against us, artillery."

Sherman quickly replied, "Sir, this is just a representation of the battlefield, not a complete replica of the past."

Yarebin nodded, asking, "Can I go inside and take a look? I’ll be back for the commemoration ceremony, but the crowd will be too much then. Is that possible?"

Sherman immediately said, "No, it’s just a replica. Of course, you can go in and look. Please follow me; I’d be delighted to explain everything to you. Please, come with me."

After Sherman exchanged a few words in French with others, they all shook hands with Yarebin, warmly saying a few things. Yarebin then proceeded into the fortress with Sherman’s assistance.

Inside the fortress, Yarebin looked around, standing at a shooting port, glancing outside several times, nodding, "I still don’t want to recall those situations from back then, but we actually faced stronger attacks upon landing. You see, if there was a machine gun here, we’d be in real trouble."

The ground inside the fortress wasn’t solidified; it remained sandy. As Yarebin spoke, he swirled the sand with his foot, then discreetly dropped a bullet from his fingers into the pit, covering it with sand as he spoke.

Next, Yarebin buried another bullet under a different shooting port, then moved to the entrance, facing the audience seats. If someone were to shoot inside the fortress, they’d have to be at the entrance.

Spotting the opening, as he was about to step outside, Yarebin tapped the ground lightly with the cane and discreetly handed a bullet to Vasily, who was supporting him. Yarebin then freed himself from Vasily’s hold, smiling at Sherman, "I went inside fortresses back then too, but I didn’t need assistance at that time."

After speaking, Yarebin walked outside, and as the entrance was narrow, Vasily stepped back. When Yarebin exited, Vasily gestured for Sherman to go first. As Sherman passed, Yarebin slightly stumbled; Sherman immediately reached out to steady him, and Vasily swiftly bent down, dug a deep pit, and placed the bullet inside.